this morning #172.

this morning, no matter how hard he rubbed his eyes, he just couldn’t change how things were looking for him. he was staring eyewitness testimony in the face & when you discover that you’re caught in the headlights, it’s usually too late to alter the bloody outcome. he could see that now as he visualized his possible futures, none of which were in his hands or in his favor. he needed coffee. he needed to think. he needed to flee but there was the darn ankle monitor issue. it wasn’t the only thing currently holding him back. death threats made leaving the house rather risky. by being in the wrong place at the wrong time, a good face for a bad crime, this was the life he now lived.